#travel

In my post-diagnosis, post-chemo world, irrational anxiety has become my near-constant companion.

October means it’s time for another one of my notorious planned impromptu road trips.

A fragment of quality of life can be discovered, like a jewel on a beach after a storm and shipwreck.

Gaby Kressly, now in her early 80s, was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in 2016.

Vacations are great, but it is always good to come home again.

I continue to see this second remission as an oasis. This inner space is finite and precious.

No photos can do this geography justice. Canada is so vast, so varied, so storied, so astonishing.

If cancer has been the recent focus of your life story and you’re ready to turn the page, then consider A Fresh Chapter.

Please, everyone, donate to the Canadian Cancer Society’s Relay for Life — you never know when you or your loved ones will need help.

When I’m looking through the lens and—excuse the pun—focusing on what’s in front of me, I’m not thinking about cancer. At. all.

When I went into planning this, it was a bucket list trip of sorts. But then my PSA results came back and it became more of a celebration.

Find out about my journey, my religious experiences and faith.

These travels are like beacons for me — the promise of fun, no matter what state I will be in by then.

Two years ago today I had my second round of chemo and was counting down to the next one, and now I am counting down to my trip to Italy.

The thought of going away is scary but I know I have to do it. This trip is a big way to be clear that I am “Lisa” and not just “mom.”

San Diego is a great place, but it gets awfully brown this time of year after a long, dry summer without any rain.